Love, Salvation, The Fear Of Death

Sixpence None The Richer

Well I'm staring straight into the face of hell

You're so close and you can't even tell

I'm so wrapped up inside

Because I don't have much to love



Horrified I feel from pits unseen

Falling off my pedestal of plentiful deeds

As it crumbles down on top of me

I contemplate my lack of love



Come and save my soul

Before it's not too late

I'm not afraid to admit

How much I hate myself



All these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head